Beautiful Dreamer (hiatus)

Chapter Six

Mom decided to go ahead and walk to the supermarket before me with Candy, while I went to call Pam. It was a good idea since Candy was pretty energetic, and as you may already know, my strong Mom was the best person for the job. She was the one who usually took him out for walks anyways.

So I headed towards Pam's house and eventually reached the front door. I rang the doorbell with a muffled "ting-tong" sound. Cal opened it, and on seeing me he beamed, "Hey Willow, how's it going?"

"Great, I guess. What about you?" I said.

"Me too."

"Okay. Is Pam free? Mom and I are going to get groceries and I was wondering if she could come too."

"Of course. Can I come as well?"

"If you wish." I said, internally rolling my eyes. He seemed annoyingly very interested in going wherever I went these days. Especially since he had reduced hanging out with Pam and I after he reached high school. He didn't do homeschool, you see. He wanted friends and popularity and whatnot that comes with being good at basketball in high school. Whatever, I guess it's his preference...

He smiled, a dimple forming in his left cheek, with crinkles under his light grey eyes, which like every clear day, seemed to take on the light blue colour of the sky. I liked his eyes; I wished mine were just like them. But alas, mine were just plain dark brown, to match my (pretty) long, wavy dark brown hair. I also wished my hair was light brown, again just like Cal's.

I actually really looked up to him. He was kind, smart, brave and loyal, unlike his sister. Pam was loyal, but pretty shy and needed a lot of convincing to so much as go on a rollercoaster. This made me grateful for Cal being like me, so that I wasn't alone and bored when it came to fun and adventurous stuff. (But, again, I didn't like him in that way, ok? Cause Pam seems to tease me a lot about that. No idea why..)

Cal went inside to fetch Pam, and came out with her after about ten minutes. He grimaced apologetically, and I smiled forgivingly. We both knew how long Pam took to get ready. She was the only 'fashion-forward' sort of one in our group.

We both looked at her with a mock-upset look, and she said, "Hey! It's not my fault that you two don't have any sense of style and just throw on whatever you see first, unlike me."

We all laughed. Well, she was right. Pam was dressed in black shorts and a mustard-yellow oversized shirt tucked in, with matching yellow sneakers, and a black hairband to hold back her short, strawberry-blonde hair. Her pale face and black eyes were highlighted with only slight makeup. I liked that about her. Even though she worried about her appearance, she always restricted it to clothes. She never fussed about her natural beauty, or tried to cover it all up with lots of makeup.

Cal and I, on the other hand.. Cal was dressed in a black hoody and grey jeans; and I in a brown sweatshirt and light blue jeans with my hair in a braid down my back. Yep, that's about it— you get it. We were not people to think about our appearance. Well our lack of fashion was made up for by Pam, so we didn't really worry about it.

We set out on our way to the supermarket together, laughing and teasing each other. I loved these guys.